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July 3, 2008

I Declare

Noah had his first sleepover at our house the other night. His little friend, just 6 years old, will celebrate the 4th today while his Mom serves in Iraq. She serves to protect my freedom while I complain about having to sweep the floor for the third time today. While I count the minutes until bedtime for the kids. While I dream of having a moment of peace so that I canbreathe think function blog uninterrupted.

She's in physical combat for me, and I've made it my own declaration to go into prayer battle for her. While her son slept sweetly on the top bunk in my boys' room, I just cried and prayed.

I pray for his Mom's safety. For her heart. For his heart. That he knows God's love and that he doesn't suffer from any emotional harm while his mom is away. I pray that everyone serving our country can come home now. This lump in my throat hasn't gone away all week.

What a beautiful post. It really made me think about what should really matter (not the right shade of purple for my bathroom). I hope that she is home and all is well. It would be great to hear an update.

My brother is coming home Aug. 1st from his second tour! YAY! I'm sorry, I'm really excited about that. He has a two year old daughter that he hasn't seen in over a year, and he's missed the first part of his wife's pregnancy (R&R baby ;).I know that not everyone supports this war, but the least we could do is support the people that are willing to risk their lives (and their family's livelihoods) for something they believe to be right.Thank you for such a touching post! I got misty, but maybe it's just because I'm extra mushy lately.

My two little guys and I celebrated yesterday while Our Hero is in Iraq, too. There really aren't words to say how much we're missing him... it just seemed especially hard yesterday. There's definitely an added element on days like July 4th.